{"collection":"Islam","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/isl/hanged/hanged2.htm","path":"isl/hanged/hanged2.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/isl/hanged/hanged2.htm","text":"Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you know the abode of your beloved after reflection?2\nThe vestige of the house, which did not speak, confounded thee, until it spoke by means of signs, like one deaf and dumb.\nVerily, I kept my she-camel there long grumbling, with a yearning at the blackened stones, keeping and standing firm in their own places.\nIt is the abode of a friend, languishing in her glance, submissive in the embrace, pleasant of smile.\nOh house of 'Ablah situated at Jiwaa, talk with me about those who resided in you. Good morning to you, O house of 'Ablah, and be safe from ruin.\nI halted my she-camel in that place; and it was as though she were a high palace; in order that I might perform the wont of the lingerer.\nAnd 'Ablah takes up her abode at Jiwaa; while our people went to Hazan, then to Mutathallam.\nShe took up her abode in the land of my enemies; so it became difficult for me to seek you, O daughter of Mahzam.\nI was enamored of her unawares, at a time when I was killing her people, desiring her in marriage; but by your father's life I swear, this was not the time for desiring.3\nAnd verily you have occupied in my heart the place of the honored loved one, so do not think otherwise than this, that you are my beloved.\nAnd how may be the visiting of her; while her people have taken up their residence in the spring at 'Unaizatain and our people at Ghailam?\nI knew that you had intended departing, for, verily, your camels were bridled on a dark night.\nNothing caused me fear of her departure, except that the baggage camels of her people were eating the seeds of the Khimkhim tree throughout the country.4\nAmongst them were two and forty milk-giving camels, black as the wing-feathers of black crows.\nWhen she captivates you with a mouth possessing sharp, and white teeth, sweet as to its place of kissing, delicious of taste.\nAs if she sees with the two eyes of a young, grown up gazelle from the deer.\nIt was as though the musk bag of a merchant in his case of perfumes preceded her teeth toward you from her mouth.\nOr as if it is an old wine-skin, from Azri'at, preserved long, such as the kings of Rome preserve;\nOr her mouth is as an ungrazed meadow, whose herbage the rain has guaranteed, in which there is but little dung; and which is not marked with the feet of animals.\nThe first pure showers of every rain-cloud rained upon it, and left every puddle in it bright and round like a dirham;\nSprinkling and pouring; so that the water flows upon it every evening, and is not cut off from it.\nThe fly enjoyed yet alone, and so it did not cease humming, as is the act of the singing drunkard;\nHumming, while he rubs one foreleg against the other, as the striking on the flint of one, bent on the flint, and cut off as to his palm.\nShe passes her evenings and her mornings on the surface of a well-stuffed couch, while I pass my nights on the back of a bridled black horse.\nAnd my couch is a saddle upon a horse big-boned in the leg, big in his flanks, great of girth.\nWould a Shadanian she-camel cause me to arrive at her abode, who is cursed with an udder scanty of milk and cut off?5\nAfter traveling all night, she is lashing her sides with her tail, and is strutting proudly, and she breaks up the mounds of earth she passes over with her foot with its sole, treading hard.\nAs if I in the evening am breaking the mounds of earth by means of an ostrich, very small as to the distance between its two feet, and earless.6\nThe young ostriches flock toward him, as the herds of Yamanian camels flock to a barbarous, unintelligible speaker.\nThey follow the crest of his head, as though it was a howdah on a large litter, tented for them.\nHe is small headed, who returns constantly to look after his eggs at Zil-'Ushairah; he is like a slave, with a long fur cloak and without ears.\nShe drank of the water of Duhruzain and then turned away, being disgusted, from the pools of stagnant water.7\nAnd she swerves away with her right side from the fear of one, whistling in the evening, a big, ugly-headed one;8\nFrom the fear of a cat, led at her side, every time she turned toward him, in anger, he met her with both claws and mouth.\nShe knelt down at the edge of the pool of Rada', and groaned as though she had knelt on a reed, broken, and emitting a cracking noise.\nAnd the sweat on the back was as though it were oil or thick pitch, with which fire is lighted round the sides of a retort.\nHer places of flexure were wetted with it and she lavishly poured of it, on a spreading forelock, short and well-bred.\nThe length of the journey left her a strong, well-built body, like a high palace, built with cement, and rising high; and feet like the supports of a firmly pitched tent.\nAnd surely I recollected you, even when the lances were drinking my blood, and bright swords of Indian make were dripping with my blood.\nI wished to kiss the swords, for verily they shone as bright as the flash of the foretooth of your smiling mouth.\nIf you lower your veil over yourself in front of me, of what use will it be? for, verily, I am expert in capturing the mailed horseman.\nPraise me for the qualities which you know I possess, for, verily, when I am not ill-treated, I am gentle to associate with.\nAnd if I am ill-treated, then, verily, my tyranny is severe, very bitter is the taste of it, as the taste of the colocynth.\nAnd, verily, I have drunk wine after the midday heats have subsided, buying it with the bright stamped coin.\nFrom a glass, yellow with the lines of the glass-cutter on it, which was accompanied by a white-stoppered bottle on the left-hand side.\nAnd when I have drunk, verily, I am the squanderer of my property, and my honor is great, and is not sullied.9\nAnd when I have become sober, I do not diminish in my generosity, and as you know, so are my qualities and my liberality.\nAnd many a husband of a beautiful woman, I have left prostrate on the ground, with his shoulders hissing like the side of the mouth of one with a split lip.10\nMy two hands preceded him with a hasty blow, striking him before he could strike me; and with the drops of blood from a penetrating stroke, red like the color of Brazil wood.\nWhy did you not ask the horsemen, O daughter Malik! if you were ignorant, concerning what you did not know about my condition,\nAt a time when I never ceased to be in the saddle of a long striding, wounded, sturdy horse, against whom the warriors came in succession.\nAt one time he is detached to charge the enemy with the lance, and at another he joins the large host with their bows tightly strung.\nHe who was present in the battle will inform you that verily I rush into battle, but I abstain at the time of taking the booty.\nI see spoils, which, if I want I would win; but my bashfulness and my magnanimity hold me back from them.\nAnd many a fully armed one, whom the warriors shunned fighting with, neither a hastener in flight, nor a surrenderer;\nMy hands were generous to him by a quick point with a straightened spear, strong in the joints;\nInflicting a wound wide of its two sides, the sound of the flow of blood from it leads at night the prowling wolves, burning with hunger.\nI rent his vesture with a rigid spear, for the noble one is not forbidden to the spears.\nThen I left him a prey for the wild beasts, who seize him, and gnaw the beauty of his fingers and wrist.\nAnd many a long, closely woven coat of mail, I have split open the links of it, with a sword, off one defending his rights, and renowned for bravery.\nWhose hands are ready with gambling arrows when it is winter, a tearer-down of the signs of the wine-sellers, and one reproached for his extravagance.11\nWhen he saw that I had descended from my horse and was intending killing him, he showed his teeth, but without smiling.12\nMy meeting with him was when the day spread out, and he was as if his fingers and his head were dyed with indigo.13\nI pierced him with my spear, and then I set upon him with my Indian sword pure of steel, and keen.\nA warrior, so stately in size as if his clothes were on a high tree: soft leather shoes are worn by him and he is not twinned.\nOh, how wonderful is the beauty of the doe of the hunt, to whom is she lawful? To me she is unlawful; would to God that she was not unlawful.14\nSo, I sent my female slave, and said to her, \"Go, find out news of her and inform me.\"\nShe said, \"I saw carelessness on the part of the enemies, and that the doe is possible to him who is shooting.\"\nAnd it was as though she looked toward me with the neck of a doe, a fawn of the gazelles, pure and with a white upper lip.\nI am informed that 'Amru is unthankful for my kindness while ingratitude is a cause of evil to the soul of the giver.15\nAnd, verily, I remember the advice of my uncle, in the battle, when the two lips quiver from off the white teeth of the mouth,\nIn the thick of the battle, of which the warriors do not complain of the rigors, except with an unintelligible noise.\nWhen they (i.e., my people) defended themselves with me against the spears of the enemy, I did not refrain from them (i.e., the spears) through cowardice, but the place of my advance had become too strait.\nWhen I heard the cry of Murrah rise, and saw the two sons of Rabi'ah in the thick dust,\nWhile the tribe of Muhallam were struggling under their banners, and death was under the banners of the tribe of Mulhallam {sic.},\nI made sure that at the time of their encounter there would be a blow, which would make the heads fly from the bodies, as the bird flies from off her young ones sitting close.\nWhen I saw the people, while their mass advanced, excite one another to fight, I turned against them without being reproached for any want of bravery.\nThey were calling 'Antarah, while the spears were as though they were well-ropes in the breast of Adham.\nThey were calling 'Antarah, while the swords were as though they were the flash of lightnings in a dark cloud.\nThey were calling 'Antarah, while the arrows were flying, as though they were a flight of locusts, hovering above watering places.\nThey were calling \" O 'Antarah,\" while the coats of mail shone with close rings, shining as though they were the eyeballs of frogs floating in a wavy pond.\nI did not cease charging them, (the enemy,) with the prominent part of his (horse's) throat and breast, until he became covered with a shirt of blood.\nThen he turned on account of the falling of the spears on his breast, and complained to me with tears and whinnyings.\nIf he had known what conversation was, he would have complained with words, and verily he would have, had he known speech, talked with me.\nAnd verily the speech of the horsemen, \"Woe to you, 'Antarah, advance, and attack the enemy,\" cured my soul and removed its sickness.\nWhile the horses sternly frowning were charging over the soft soil, being partly the long-bodied mares, and partly the long-bodied, well-bred horses.\nMy riding-camels are tractable, they go wherever I wish; while my intellect is my helper, and I drive it forward with a firm order.16\nVerily, it lay beyond my power that I should visit you; so, know what you have known, and some of what you have not known.\nThe lances of the tribe of Bagheez intercepted you and the perpetrators of the war set aside those who did not perpetrate it.\nAnd, verily, I turned the horse for the attack, while his neck was bleeding, until the horses began to shun me.\nAnd verily I feared that I should die, while there has not yet been a turn for war against the two sons of Zamzam;17\nThe two revilers of my honor, while I did not revile them, and the threateners of my blood, when I did not see them.\nThere is no wonder should they do so, for I left their father a prey for the wild beasts and every large old vulture.\n1 This is the Antar, or Antarah, who became the most noted of Arab heroes of romance.\n2 That is, have the poets left any deficiency to be supplied? Have the poets of the former days left any poetry unsaid that the poets of the present day may say it?\n3 When there was war between the two tribes, there was little use his wishing to marry her.\n4 He knew that her tribe would have to move on, as there was no forage left for their camels.\n5 A she-camel, upon whom this operation has been performed, is swifter, stronger, and fatter than others.\n6 He compares the fleetness of the camel to that of an ostrich.\n7 Referring to the she-camel.\n8 The big, ugly-headed one is the whip with its heavy handle, or a cat.\n9 That is, drunkenness makes him generous and not ill-tempered. The Arabs, before Mohammed, considered drinking with one's friends to show a generous disposition.\n10 That is, the blood was spurting and hissing from a wound in his shoulder.\n11 The richer Arabs gamble as to who shall kill his camel in the time of scarcity to distribute the flesh amongst the poor. The wine-sellers take down their signs when they have run out of liquor; the meaning of tearing down the signs being that he drinks up all their wine.\n12 The allusion is to the poet's killing Zamzam, father of Husain and Harim, who insulted him. See close of the poem.\n13 The dried blood was of an indigo color.\n14 Here he again reverts to address his sweetheart. The Arabs may not marry with a woman of a tribe with whom they are at war.\n15 'Amru, the 'Absian, who insulted the poet.\n16 That is, I carry out my plans with sagacity and determination.\n17 I feared that I should die, before I had fought the two sons of Zamzam. 'Antarah killed their father during the war between the tribes of' Abs and Faz\u00e1rah, wherein the latter were defeated with great loss. Harim and Husain, the two sons of Zamzam, were killed shortly afterward.","title":"The Poem of Antar","type":"page"}